home sweet home [open]
And so this is what the old Arcadios looked like, or at least that is what Presa believed. She had never seen the old Arcadios and she wasn’t around during that time, instead she would have been home living her life in the most comfortable way she could get it which was’t very comfortable.
It was interesting being here. A lot different to the Arcadios she knew in more ways than one. Placing a hand on her hip, the catlike woman looked around in search for an interesting place to explore. She wasn’t quite sure how long this place would be here for so trying to explore every place would be an impossible job to do alone.
Turning around, a voice had caught the young woman’s attention. Dropping her hand down to her side, Presa walked towards the unknown girl who had a rather interesting appearance and she wasn’t talking about her clothes but rather her ears and other features she carried.
“If this isn’t the old Arcadios…” She paused and stood next to the blue-haired woman then glanced over to her. “Care to explain what the real one looks like?”
There was much bitterness in her heart. Another war fought, another moment where she felt helpless. In the past, she found herself lost in the memories of hearing that her friends had been chosen to defend a goddess in a war. Hmph, why did the boys get to have all of the fun?
Judith didn’t dwell on the past. Infact, she was more or so ready to leave through that mystical door and return to the Arcadios that was full of life. Not painful memories and ghosts she wanted to forget.
In truth, she could have lost that idiot Yuri…
She was turning, her body shifting to head the direction from which she came — but, instead, she stopped to find the cat-like woman who eased upon her. It was odd, really. Judith was usually the one who could slink away or approach with little noise.
Briefly, she recalled seeing the woman around the new land, but never once in this barren dry desert.
“It’s as you see now. But, just because something looks like something, doesn’t necessarily mean it is what it appears to be.”
Judith’s deep magenta eyes focused at the stores lining the shops and the overlooking hill in the distance. “Nothing ever good came from trailing back into the past.” She left it at that, the coldness in her voice obvious, but not directed towards the woman.

“I don’t believe uncovering the history of this place is a hobby of yours, or is it?”
(Source: krityan)
















